Shifting Gears
Copyright© 2021 by Wolf
Chapter 18: Road Show
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18: Road Show - Young prim woman wakes up to what she's been missing and takes steps to expand her life in more social and sexual situations. These are some of her adventures along that path. 32 chapters.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Sharing Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging
The first month of the ‘Flowers by Candy’ campaign was a colossal success. Candy kept having to call her supplies and beg them for larger and more rapid orders so she could keep up with demand. Even better, once the demand appeared, it didn’t seem to diminish. Her customers weren’t ‘once and done’ buyers.
The second month was even more spectacular as the local media program hit full stride with targeted advertisements and coupons in Denver area publications. The local paper also did a feature article on her and the Flowers by Candy campaign.
Candy signed up people for her ‘Frequent Buyer’ program and also for routine weekly, biweekly, and monthly deliveries. Just her look ahead based on the booked deliveries for the next six months put her about four times ahead of the business level she’d been doing before.
Candy couldn’t handle the volume of business through the small store she’d set up. Fortunately, a slightly larger store next door became available, and she rented it providing she could knock through the connecting wall in several places to expand the display floor as well as her prep and storage areas.
Candy also hired one, then, two, and then three other women to help her. Where her store had been running from ten a.m. to five p.m., she was now open from eight a.m. to eight p.m., and busy almost every second.
When I walked into her store, even though she was with a customer, Candy ran across the store and hurled herself into my arms. “BRIE. THANK YOU SO MUCH. I LOVE YOU.” She pulled me over where she was building the bouquet for the customer and then crowed about how I’d helped her develop her business in such a great way.
Candy’s customer asked what I’d done. I didn’t get a chance to answer because Candy rattled off the list of things more rapidly than I could. Fortunately, she didn’t say that I’d done it all pro bono. Instead, she said that my work was worth thousands in pure profit that I’d earned for her every second since things went ‘live’. I couldn’t have written a better testimonial myself.
Connie, the customer’s name, asked, “Could you do that for me? I make and repair jewelry.”
I asked her for more information and we stood there and she filled me in on her business, and how she made money. Candy listened carefully without interrupting.
I told her what I could try to do for her, but I couldn’t guarantee the same results that Candy was having.
Connie handed me a business card and asked, “When can you start?”
“I haven’t even priced my work for you?” I exclaimed.
“I like you. Candy obviously loves you and thinks you walk on water. That’s good enough for me.”
“I could come by tomorrow afternoon. Is this your home or a shop?” I looked at her card.
“It’s a small shop, hours by appointment. How about three o’clock?”
“I can do that. I’ll see you then.” I gave her one of my cards.
I left Candy and spent the rest of the day working with Mike at his company – my much bigger, longer-term client. Owen was also working for Mike in Denver that week, and planned to have dinner with Mike and Grace. We were staying at their home.
Candy was so busy that she couldn’t commit to joining us with Chad that evening. She promised that over the weekend they’d see us for at least one night. Chad had started helping her after regular business hours when he finished up his regular job.
We had a great evening with Mike and Grace, and ended up swapping partners with them for our overnight companions. Mike was super horny and so we did a few things to sate his need for variety other than Grace in his sex life.
We were all at work bright early the next morning. We’d had a joint early breakfast as a local diner. Just before three o’clock, I broke off on my marketing and technology work for Mike, and drove to the address on Connie’s business card. It was a strip mall in the old part of the city.
Connie welcomed me to her shop. She had several long display cases like most jewelry stores. The checkout station was in the middle of the store, and next to it was a circular work area where she could create her works of art. I took a few photographs, trying to get Connie in most of them.
We talked about her having a website, and then her approach to her artful endeavor. Everything in the store was something she’d created based on the gems and beads, as well as her own creativity. She had a kiln, and could make some of the glassware that comprised the pendants or core of her jewelry. I liked her work and told her so.
Our talk went on and on, and then I realized it was getting near dinner time. I explained to Connie, “We’re staying with friends, and having dinner with them at an Italian place tonight. If you’re free, you’re welcome to join us.”
Connie eagerly accepted, so I texted Mike, Grace, and Owen the news that I was bringing my new client to dinner with us. The two of us left Connie’s shop after she locked up, and she followed me to the restaurant in her own car. My three friends were already there at a large round table just inside the door.
I got welcome kissed from the three of them, and there were cordial greetings for Connie. Grace thankfully asked some of the questions I wanted to ask but hadn’t about Connie’s personal life.
Are you married? No, divorced. Children? None. Living arrangements? Live alone in a condo in University Park. Love life? Date but haven’t had much luck with men. They then talked about her work. They’d already heard from me about how we met in Candy’s shop, and about her testimonial about my work.
Connie was about Grace’s age – late thirties, with a thin body and angular features. Her ethnic background had left her with a constant all-over tan that would never go away. She’d gone to the University of Colorado after growing up in Grand Junction, but preferred the city.
I got the feeling that Connie was kind of lonely. I guessed that she had a few select friends, but not a wide and active social circle. I was so glad about Sheri and how my picking her as a role model had paid off for me.
Mike acknowledged that I also worked for him in a consulting relationship, along with Owen. We were doing vastly different work, but he also raved about the two of us and how helpful we’d been. Grace actively nodded along in a supportive way.
I guess there must have been some subtle chemistry between all of us that I didn’t think showed, but Connie picked up the vibe. Maybe it was the seating arrangement: I was between Owen and Mike, and Grace was next to Owen. Connie followed the rotation.
Connie watched everyone like a hawk after she got that sniff that something was going on. We had a nice meal, friendly, and then parted company. I was none the wiser at that point.
I worked up my proposal to Connie a little that evening and for a short time the next morning. I set some objectives for the project and defined the deliverables. I broke down the timeline, so I had certain things by certain dates, and then added a little buffer in case there were some glitches along the way. I quickly took my form letter that was all my boilerplate, and then filled in the blanks with what I’d just worked up.
I emailed the proposal to Connie about ten a.m. and called her to let her know I’d just sent it. We’d promised to meet at five p.m. at her shop the next day.
I was eager to win Connie’s favor and acceptance. I couldn’t think of anything to add. I was waiting for some of the other managers in Mike’s company to approve a few things on what I’d been doing, so I had some time. I roughed out a new website architecture for Connie, and created a Home and About pages, including some of the photographs I’d taken the day before. I had the page hidden behind my own site’s firewall.
I was at Connie’s shop about four-thirty. She was glad that I came early. We sat down and went over the proposal in detail, task by task, and deliverable by deliverable.
At one point, I moved my laptop in front of her and called up the Home page I envisioned for her new website. I started to talk about what I’d created and what my vision for the marketing of her business would be. I clicked on the one active link, and up popped her About page that included a photo of her working on a piece of jewelry in her work area. I’d added some verbiage about Connie and her passion.
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